My first ballot for U.S. President was cast in 1992. I was excited to enter the polling place for the first time. That particular political season and race was electric and dynamic too.
The 1992 election was also when I emerged as the family member with a different political and sometimes religious leaning than the rest of my relatives.
With that revelation, I further cemented my black sheep status.
A black sheep. Standing out from the rest.
